The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

#weather #cold #frost

Father christmas had been and gone, his

reindeer now making a beat towards the stables

outside, in the dark –

someone was playing whilst others slept

taking water from the air and leaving patterns on everything he touched

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